Insanity
I sit down to write this and I think to myself: I don't want to write anything.
Things just get worse. I feel like I'm disconnecting more and more everyday from the people around me.
There's a part of me that keeps saying "It's them...THEY are the ones who are changing, not you!" But reality tells me that if I see everyone else changing and I feel that I'm staying the same...it's probably the exact opposite.
There are days when I'm just ANGRY. Angry for no apparent reason. Or one little thing will piss me off. Days when I can have fun with everyone and then seconds later, shut all of it down.
I have a female friend (always a woman, right?), who, I'm positive, is mind-fucking with me. Saying little things here and there that might lead me to think she's headed down one path, but leaving juuuuust enough leeway there to bail at any moment and leave me holding the "I dunno why you would think I was going there" rod in my hand. Even my friend G, is worried that this girl is gonna use me up and hurt me.
And I keep saying that I'm keeping my defenses up...that she and I are just friends, nothing more. And I do believe that. Mostly. I discussed the whole thing (G concerned that I will be hurt) with my workout buddy, and he says "She obviously means enough to you that you're even bringing it up. You obviously care about her...maybe more than you're willing to admit." And he's probably right.
Yet, to look at her, to talk to her, to know things about her...I know she's trouble.
And I know, that with all the weird emotional things that I've been feeling the past couple of months, and how completely unstable I feel in my own mind, that I should probably just walk away from this girl. That I should just walk away from alot of things.
But walking away will only cover up the problems temporarily.
ugh. I'm going to see two different Therapists next week. To see which one I might like the best. I can't even begin to tell you how much I need it. Someone needs to help put me back on track. Put me back to those das where I felt good and happy almost EVERYDAY. Not the once or twice a week (or less) that I feel it now.
Fuck. Sometimes I just wish I could live in a bubble. Where I don't know how anything I do affects anyone and all I care about is my own simple stupid joy.
You're watching a man break.

